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There is something about porch doors that stir up memories of summer. They remind me of the bungalow colony in the Catskills where we stayed with the “mima” and my cousins, of day trips to family and friends in cottage country outside of Toronto, and of the weekends we spent at my aunt’s house in […]
In an earlier post I recalled that each year before Rosh Hashana my Mother would buy a carp which was kept alive in the bathtub, destined to be made into Gefilte Fish. For several days I would come home after school anxious to check on the fish and would then spend hours watching it swim back and forth. It was a funny sight, […]
My mother never baked pies, cobblers, buckles, or crisps, and since I didn’t have the opportunity to meet my grandmothers, coming home or going to grandma’s house for a piece of freshly baked pie was just not part of my childhood. It is only in the last few years that I have thought how nice […]
My girlfriend Elin who grew up in the South recently accused me of being “such a city girl.” She is right, but like many city girls I often read magazines about country life. I fantasize about how nice it would be to live Upstate (New York of course) and have a piece of land […]
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